by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Why I carry my demise
— In my heart for years?
Why is my speech monotonous?
Why is my eye disrespectful?
Why is my life in a certain style?
And why is my mind lost in thought?
Are you the woman who asks me all that?
(1869)
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